My own private art gallery

As I noted earlier, I've been thinking of dressing up the stark and barren wildernesses that are the walls of my office. A hunt around in the dark void that is the space under the stairs where outdated artwork, the odd exercise machine, and the luggage are all kept revealed absolutely nothing useful, unless you count dodgy floral prints and a beer poster or two. So, on to plan B, which was asking you lot for advice. After receiving a large number (note 1) of very useful (note 2) suggestions, I've decided, for now anyway, to put the following bits of my own digital art on my wall (thanks, Debi, for the encouragement).


Some kind of music collage multimedia thing.


The same thing after extensive Photoshoppery monkeyshines.

Printed at 8 and a half by 11 inches with a cheap HP inkjet on matte brochure paper, and displayed in frameless glass picture mounts from the local dollar store, they look rather attractive but a bit small and lost. It's a start, though. My co-workers have very kindly hidden their confusion and made only polite noises so far (at least in my presence).

I've since added these two, which the discerning of eye will realize are simply slightly processed negatives of the others:





Actually, I reduced the contrast on the last one and applied a bit of warming filter, to make it a bit less stark black and white than what's shown here, but you get the idea, I think.

All of these were derived from this awful piece of, and I use the term loosely, multimedia art, which I made in late 1987 or possibly early 1988:


Paper, markers, crayon, paint and glue.


Next up: photographs. Of birds' nests, rocks, fence rails, flowers, and the like. You've been warned.


Note 1: not.
Note 2: not.